He stopped short, for he had caught sight of Faith. She was promptly introduced:
"A little friend of mine, father, whom I am going to leave with you for a short time."
Without waiting for a response, the Pirate hurried away, the servant following him as quickly as he could.
Faith found herself standing by the couch, facing an angry old man.
Faith's greatest friends always said her extreme gentleness was her chief attraction. With her small heart beating violently, she had self-control enough to place her soft little hand on the old helpless wrinkled hand that was restlessly moving to and fro.
"I hope I shan't disturb you," she said.
Old Mr. Cardwell looked at her tiny face with its earnest eyes, and pointed chin, and sensitive little mouth, and was speechless.
Her soft lisping voice, for most of Faith's "s's" sounded like "th's," and her still softer touch made him say with a short laugh:
"Disturb me! You've alighted in my room like a butterfly or moth—a little grey moth, that's what you are!"
Faith wore a grey hat and coat, and the simile was apt.